Morning came again. I was daydreaming in the shuttle car.
My feelings were still floating. Coming back from the park yesterday, I immediately wrote my story in synopsis form. I thought Ruben could read it for the time being. There was a slight feeling of relief and excitement. Hopefully, my draft was worth using for the animation project.
"We arrive," said Pak Bagus, the shuttle driver.
"Thanks, sir," I said, hurrying out of the car. I headed straight to class.
Andrew was already in class, wiping his little harmonica, as usual.
"Morning, Michelle. Have you worked on the physics homework yet?" he asked lightly.
Deg!
Suddenly my face felt hot when I saw Andrew's face. He smiled uniquely, made his face looked more handsome than before. I had seen his smile dozens
